This is a collection of one shots that I hope to form into an immersive story, following the relationship of Bellamy Blake and the reader. I'll try to stick to canon as much as possible, but I might deviate as I see fit. Most of these chapters will be based on imagines, some from others and some from my own mind. If you have any imagine ideas, please let me know in the comments! Chapters will vary in length, but will always be as long as needed to see the out the imagine.
*******There will be smut this chapter, so please skip if you do not want to read that. Enjoy, and comment if you liked or didn't like. Thank you!
It had been three days since Bellamy Blake had last touched you. Three days since you'd felt his lips on yours or his hands on your body; three days without his long slender fingers running through your hair or brushing your cheekbones. Three days since you had spent one amazing night with him, indulging yourselves in each other's arms, only to get no more than a few moments alone with him in the hours following. Three days, and you were about as grumpy as a bear woken mid-hibernation. It wasn't like you couldn't physically see him; he was around camp, helping to erect the wall, solving any problems that arose, walking around in the clothes you'd found in the bunker, and looking so damn good in them. That would've helped to tide you over, but the fact that right now it seemed seeing him from afar was just about all you could do only served to make you more frustrated.
One consolation was that Bellamy's mood didn't seem to be any better than yours. You could see it in the downturn of his mouth, the impatience of his posture when speaking with someone, in the dark circles under his eyes. And you knew he was feeling just as unsated as you in the way his gaze hungrily followed you whenever you were around camp; whether you were helping dress kills or chopping wood for the wall you could almost always feel Bellamy's eyes on you. You liked that; it made you feel like you were not alone in your frustration, in your restless nights, struggling to sleep alone again after knowing what it was like to drift off while cocooned in the warmth of his body.
You and Bellamy had agreed to keep your relationship from public eyes, both of you preferring privacy, and therefore less drama. You'd been the one to suggest it because you knew how fast gossip could spread in a group of teenagers, and you were glad you had, up until the end of the first day. Keeping your relationship private meant no public displays of affection, so you couldn't brush the hair from his forehead when it fell into his eyes, or slip your hand in his when he received bad news, nor could you massage the tension away when you saw his shoulders bound tight with stress. It also meant that he couldn't be seen entering or exiting your tent, so sleepovers were out of the question.
Not being able to feel him, to taste him, after knowing what it felt like to be in his arms, to touch him and be touched by him, was absolute torture. You awoke before the sunrise, early in the morning on the fourth day, feeling twice as grumpy as the day before, determined to sleep in as long as possible to postpone the day. Your plan almost worked; you were just drifting off when you heard someone messing with the ties to your tent. They worked hastily, their eagerness making them clumsy, but they woke you nonetheless, the thought of an intruder snapping you to full alertness. You quietly rose and reached into your backpack for your gun, standing in front of the entrance in only a relaxed, faded maroon colored sweater and black panties, your hair hanging loose around your face and your weapon raised.
The last tie was undone and a large male figure hunched into your tent, straightening up to his full height before re-lacing your tent closed. In the pre light of dawn it was hard to make out his face, but your heart started to pound when you saw the familiar slope of his shoulders and his mane of shaggy dark hair. He turned around when he finished, facing you and putting his hands up when he saw you brandishing a gun at him.
Hardly daring to hope, you breathed, "Bellamy?"
"Yeah, it's me," he replied quietly, the white of his teeth showing as he smiled, "I'd say put the gun down, but you look pretty damn sexy right now, all riled up," He canted his head to the side, saying, "Come here, Beauty"
Hastily putting on the safety and throwing the gun onto a table in the corner, you let out a squeal that would have embarrassed you if he'd come a day sooner as you ran to him, jumping up into his arms. He caught you easily, his hands gripping your backside, his strong arms cradling you against him as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Bellamy," you cooed, rubbing your cheek against his, pressing your lips to every inch of exposed skin you could find.
He kissed you urgently, his mouth everywhere; on your lips, your nose, your cheekbones, breathing your name onto your skin as he relearned you, his hands gripping you tight.
"I had to come," he rasped, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "I had to see you, to touch you. Having you walk by me every day, so close and yet to not be able to touch you like I need to is killing me"
"I know Bell, I feel it too," You replied, kissing the strong column of his neck as he nipped lightly at your skin, "Were you seen?"
"No," He answered, his arms tightening around you, "Everyone is still asleep, but we don't have much time"
He soothed his love bites on your neck with gentle sweeps of his tongue, "Bellamy, I need you" you whispered urgently.
"I need you too, Beauty," he replied, moving his lips up to your ear, the sighs of his breath sending shivers through you.
"Mmm," you replied, a low noise emerging from the back of your throat at his ministrations, "Bell, I need you," you continued, thrusting your hips into his to make your wishes clear, "Now"
Bellamy pulled away from your neck, his onyx eyes glittering as he searched your face, his lips parting, "What my woman wants," he rasped, and you shivered to hear his arousal soaked voice again. Damn, you'd missed hearing him growl like that.
He captured your lips with his, kissing you passionately, his teeth nipping and his tongue licking at the seam of your lips. You could sense his control snapping at finally being like this with you, and in response you let your own restraint slip away, moaning wantonly and rubbing your panty covered sex into his denim clad crotch.
You'd never wanted someone this fiercely, and you embraced that stormy need, showing him how you were aching for him as you writhed in his arms. He groaned into your kiss, squeezing your ass and walking with you in his arms to your sleeping bag. He laid you down on it, his hands immediately moving from your backside to the hem of your sweater. You raised your arms as he tore the fabric from you urgently, your hands back on each other the instant it was off.
He groaned at seeing your breasts bared to his gaze, you didn't wear your bra to sleep, and he eagerly covered them, kneading and teasing you with adept fingers. He bent his dark head to capture a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the throbbing peak, grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
You sighed as waves of arousal washed over you, sharp and hot. Wanting to feel his skin against yours, you reached for the back of his shirt, tugging lightly. He lifted his head from your breast to help you remove the fabric, pulling it off over his head and tossing it to the side. Instead of sliding upwards, as you expected, he moved down, kissing the soft skin beneath your breasts, trailing down your stomach, dipping his tongue in your navel before kissing lower. You were suddenly reminded of him licking trails of honey from your hot skin and a spear of want hit you low in your stomach. He settled between your thighs and hooked his thumbs on the sides of your panties, dragging them down your hips, trailing kisses between your hip bones as the skin there was revealed to him.
"I believe I owe you an orgasm before noon," He rasped, meeting your eyes with a wry grin that made your stomach twist.
"Actually, you owe me," You paused, calculating quickly in your head, "Six, and counting" You replied, biting your lip as you grinned.
"Hmm, then I had better get started" He said, a handsome grin on his lips as he curled his forearms under and around your thighs, holding you immobile. You sat up on your elbows to watch as he bent to your sex, spread open for him, and swirled his tongue around your clit, the sensations amplified deliciously after days of no contact. He flicked and sucked, swirled and pressed his tongue against your throbbing bud of nerves, eagerly lapping at your folds. When he licked a wide streak down the center of your wetness you cried out, trying bucking your hips closer.
"Shhh, Beauty," he whispered, his hot breath tickling you, "We have to be quiet"
You nodded, biting your lip hard as he flashed you a knowing smile and resumed his toe curling licks. He lapped at you eagerly, his tongue snaking out again and again to slide around your clit, making you arch your back and bite back a strangled groan. One of Bellamy's hands uncoiled from your hips to press into your tight heat, his slender fingers playing at your sex while he sucked your bundle of nerves into his hot mouth. He pushed two fingers inside your tight pussy, pausing when they were seated deep inside you. Your eyes were rapt on him as he licked you, and when his fingers started to move in and out of your tight, wet heat his eyes flicked up to lock with yours. The lust in his gaze made your whole body heat and throb, the fast, wet slide of his fingers and the constant friction of his tongue against your clit getting you to the edge quickly.
"Bellamy," You groaned in an arousal soaked voice, a warning that you were close. He was being ruthless with your body, and you responded in kind, your release coming to a head faster than ever.
To your surprise he suddenly pulled away, a teasing smile on his lips as he gently removed his fingers, leaving you bucking your hips with unsated desire. His eyes on you, he hastily undid his zipper, pushing off his pants while you helped him. You pulled him down to you to lock your lips with his.
"I need to be inside you," Bellamy rasped once you'd pulled away from your kiss, "And I can't promise I'll be gentle, I've been without you too long"
You smiled seductively as you turned in his arms, going to your hands and knees. His palms went to the backs of your thighs, rubbing and kneading. You looked over your shoulder at him and replied in a husky voice, "Then take me, Bellamy. I can't promise I'll be gentle with you either"
He growled low in his throat and you felt him move behind you. You expected to feel the thick slide of his cock slipping into you, but instead you felt the wet press of his tongue against your clit. When you moaned and leaned back he placed a hand on your flank to still you. Your wetness surged in a rush, dripping down the inside of your thigh.
Bellamy moved again, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he rasped, "Have to make sure you're ready for me"
"Bellamy, please…" You whispered urgently, pressing your hips back as you lowered your chest to the ground, resting you head on your forearms, "Please!"
Bellamy went to his knees behind you, smacking your ass and entering you with a swift thrust. You bit back your moans as he pounded into you from behind with merciless and teeth chattering force. He held your hips as he thrust, the pull of his cock delicious against your tight sheath. You began to sweat from the force of him withdrawing and slamming back into you, your bodies working up a delicious friction. You bit your arm to keep from crying out as he pivoted his hips, his cock hitting you deeper and deeper each time he pushed into you.
He continued to thrust as he took his hand from your hip, tracing the curves of your body as he made his way up your spine. He placed a hand at the back of your neck, holding your nape down and covering your body with his, his cock hitting you at a new angle that made a loud moan fall unbidden from your lips.
He took the hand that still lay on your hip and pressed his fingers to your mouth, a gentle reminder to be quiet. Feeling saucy, you sucked the fingers into your mouth, flicking them with your tongue and wetting them liberally. Rewarded with his quiet groan, he removed his fingers from your lips to place them at your clit, rubbing and flicking your sensitive bud as he continued to pound you with his length. Now it was your time to groan. The teasing from before combined with the friction of his fingers sliding over your clit while his shaft plunged deep inside you at a brutal rhythm had you teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.
"B-Bellamy, I'm gonna c-cum," You managed to gasp as his hips snapped against yours quickly, your voice breathless, "Hard-d!"
"Good, then cum for me Beauty, now," Bellamy huskily whispered, his voice at your ear, "Let me feel you cumon my cock"
"Ah, yes!" You cried, trying to be quiet as your whole body tensed. Bellamy wrapped a large hand around your mouth, careful not to hold your nose, as you moaned and cried and bit into his hand, struggling to keep your moans low as your orgasm ripped through you and you came wetly around his pounding shaft.
He continued to thrust through the spasms of your sheath, his hand over your mouth loosening once your head fell limp to the ground. The hand at your nape tightened as Bellamy thrust a few more times and then drew out of you, his hand stroking his length once before he tensed and gave a guttural groan, his release erupting onto your lower back. Feeling the hot wet spill of liquid on your skin made you moan once more, your flanks dropping to the ground without the support of Bellamy's hips.
Bellamy wiped him release off of your skin before then dropping down next to you, his chest heaving, a large grin curling onto his lips. He turned to you after catching his breath for a few moments, skating his fingers over your outstretched arm as he asked, "Was that too rough?"
"No, not at all," You replied earnestly, "In fact, that should happen more often, that was incredibly hot"
"We can't wait this long to be with each other again," Bellamy said, his eyes turning molten as he gazed at you, "I need you more than just once every few days. I want you every day"
"Mm, yes," You agreed, brushing away the hair that fell into his eyes, "Everyday, preferably more than once. We could set up a time to meet, or sneak off when we can"
Bellamy nodded, "Yeah, or we could loosen our rules on public displays of affection to include sleepovers," He said, scanning your face for a reaction, "And maybe some light ass grabbing"
You laughed, lightly punching his bicep, "Oh yeah, that light ass grabbing will quickly turn to sex against a tree in front of the whole camp," he laughed with you at that before you continued, "But I'm down for a slight rule change if you are"
"Then it's done," He said, leaning in to kiss your lips gently, pulling away to gaze at you with unfiltered adoration, "I'm gonna remember you like this all day, your hair all messy and your skin all sweaty, smiling after a huge orgasm"
You blushed at his words, flushing with pleasure, as you replied, "If you come back tonight you won't have to wait long to see me like this again"
"Mmm, then that's also done," He said, leaning in to kiss you again.
"Good," You replied, you grin slipping as the sound of the camp awakening met your ears, "And speaking of days, ours has to start soon. I think it's time to get dressed and join the world"
He sighed and drew his fingers down your cheekbone as you leaned in to his touch, "It's never enough time" he rasped, making your heart flip in your chest.
"No, it isn't," You agreed stroking his cheek, "And I have a feeling it never will be"
Bellamy smiled then, "I'm all right with that," he said, "Cause that means you'll keep coming back for more"
You laughed, conceding, "Well I am getting severely addicted to your orgasms, what's the cure for that, huh doc?"
He grinned, leaning in to kiss you again, "I believe a large prescription of sex, sex and more sex should do the trick, and you're in luck," He said, grabbing your waist and turning you onto your back to press a few kisses to your neck, "We are still in stock of all of the above"